{"id":18796,"date":"2018-07-09T00:10:39","date_gmt":"2018-07-09T04:10:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/?p=18796"},"modified":"2025-10-25T16:20:19","modified_gmt":"2025-10-25T20:20:19","slug":"having-patience-as-a-patient-with-a-little-help-from-my-cats","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/having-patience-as-a-patient-with-a-little-help-from-my-cats\/","title":{"rendered":"Having Patience as a Patient With a Little Help From My Cats"},"content":{"rendered":"
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This is an older photo, but it gives you a sense of me at home on Tuesday prior to surgery.<\/p><\/div>\n

Tuesday, June 26th<\/sup> was a hectic day. I was squeezing every last thing I could possibly jam into my life prior to 12:30 p.m., the designated time Dan was going to drive me to my scheduled vitrectomy surgery to remove a macular pucker that had developed in my left eye after I had emergency laser surgery in January to repair a tear in my retina. \u00a0I did laundry. I cleaned my office. I paid my bills and like a mad lunatic, I sent about a dozen emails to various people at my day job, outlining projects they were already fully aware of what needed to be done with.<\/p>\n

Being distracted kept me from thinking about the\u00a0reality of what was going to be happening to me in a couple hours. When it was time to go, I grabbed my bag that I had packed with slipper socks, my iPhone, and my post-surgery medication. I wasn\u2019t allowed to wear jewelry or makeup and the only food I was allowed was a piece of dry toast and a cup of black coffee prior to 7:00 a.m. I said goodbye to the cats as cheerfully as I could, photographing the image of each of them in my mind, as it started to sink in that I had no guarantees I would ever see them again as I did now.<\/p>\n

When we arrived at the facility, reality set in and my nerves started to slowly unravel. I thought to myself, I was already handling living in a hazy world with the constant 24\/7 companion of wafting wisps of what looked like grey smoke strands joined by occasional Doppler weather map black dots with yellow and red centers floating over my left eye. It was annoying and distracting, but I was coping. I also felt like my eyesight was getting better and so I wanted my eye examined again before I went into surgery, silently praying the doctor would tell me I was right and that I could go home.<\/p>\n

After an examination, my doctor\u2019s assistant confirmed my thoughts. My eyesight was<\/em> better. She had me go back into the waiting room and told me my doctor would come out to talk to me. When he did, he didn\u2019t share the same optimism I did. He said it was marginally better at best and he continued to recommend I have the surgery. He wasn\u2019t unkind and he wasn\u2019t pressuring me, but at this point, it was too late. I was in full-blown panic mode and all I wanted to do was leave.<\/p>\n

The thing is, since birth, my right eye has never had full vision. If something serious happened to my left eye, I didn\u2019t know what I\u2019d do. And the vitrectomy wasn\u2019t being done to improve my vision \u2013 that\u2019s not the purpose of the surgery \u2013 it was being done to remove the distortion in my eye and the floaters. The surgery could actually make my eyesight worse. He had no guarantees for me and I knew that. The decision was ultimately only mine to make, which, of course, caused me even more anxiety.<\/p>\n

I went outside for some fresh air and a few minutes later I was surrounded by Dan and the nurse who was waiting to assist with the surgery, which was now running late because of me. She talked me down from the cliff I was on and I began to stabilize my thoughts. I had no qualms about the proficiency of my doctor – he was offering me a chance at what he truly believed would be a better quality of life for me. I made the decision to go through with it, and once I did, it was surprisingly easy to let the nurse walk me into the surgery room without reservation.<\/p>\n

Her name was Kathy and she was a cat lover. She had actually adopted a kitten several years ago that had been cruelly thrown out the window of a moving car by someone who clearly had no heart or soul. The cat was traumatized, but she said he is now more trusting of people and is a lovely and sweet cat. During our cat chatter, she put an IV into me for local anesthesia with some sleepy time relaxant and the next thing I knew, I was awake and being asked to get dressed to go home.<\/p>\n

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Me after waking up from surgery. Ironically, prior to the surgery, despite my nerves, my blood pressure and heart-rate were surprisingly normal. I also don’t remember doing this “thumbs up” thing!<\/p><\/div>\n

Coming home was a blur. My eye was heavily bandaged and I was groggy. I immediately settled on the couch and I vaguely recall Dan making me something to eat for dinner. I was quickly covered in a blanket of caring cats and per doctor\u2019s orders, I had to sleep sitting up. The next morning I went back to the doctor to have the bandage removed and for a checkup. Even with the swelling and severe blurriness as a consequence of a gas bubble he had to insert into my eye which serves to press the retina back into its normal position and hold it until the eye heals, he could see improvement in my eye.<\/p>\n

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Me on the couch when I got home from surgery. Instant cat magnet – sharing the space with me is Zee and Zoey. I think by nights end, all of them ended up with, or near me.<\/p><\/div>\n

And further good news, while certainly not fun by any stretch of the imagination, I had to sit, stand, and sleep in an upright position until the gas bubble dissipated, rather than in a head down position which would have required a special chair apparatus for recovery. He felt it would take about two weeks for the bubble to disappear and he was right.<\/p>\n

In the beginning, the bubble is like having a gigantic carpenter\u2019s leveler tool in your eye. You know the tool \u2013 the one you use to hang picture frames straight by leveling the liquid bubble to a straight line. The gas bubble in my eye had a huge black line going across it and it was nearly impossible to see anything. I also had to take 12 eye drops a day as well as a greasy ointment, so that distorted things as well.<\/p>\n

Last Tuesday things began to change. The massive bubble turned into a silver dollar sized ball of filmy grey matter with a black ring around it. It covered my eye entirely and then on Wednesday it was about the size of a half dollar and it was moving downward, rather than covering my whole eye. Thursday it was the size of a quarter, Friday it was a dime, Saturday morning it was a pea and at approximately 8:00 p.m. that night, just like that, it was gone.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a relief to have that part over with. My eyesight is still blurry \u2013 it could be for a couple more months – and I don\u2019t know yet where my vision stands until I visit the doctor again on July 23rd<\/span>. What I do know is that the floaters and distortions are gone. I\u2019m able to drive and will be going back to work today for the first time since the surgery. Time will tell \u2013 I\u2019ll probably have to have cataract surgery sometime in the next few years, but until then, I am blessed and grateful. I do believe my vitrectomy was done for my better good.<\/p>\n

I can’t lie, however. It was excruciatingly difficult not being able to jump into the everyday routine of my life. My day job, the Cat Writers\u2019 Association, blogging, social postings, cooking dinner, scooping cat litter, gardening, cleaning the house and more \u2013 all of that temporarily had to stop. I’m a multi-tasking, can’t sit down kind of person who constantly works at full speed. Now my life consisted of me and my cats living on the couch, watching endless hours of HGTV, the Hallmark Channel, Family Feud, the Young and the Restless, the Price is Right, Ellen, and the Talk.<\/p>\n

Dan did his best to take care of me \u2013 I\u2019m both claustrophobic, not doing well with close proximity assistance, and fiercely independent, so relying on others is not easy for me, even when I\u2019m not extra-grumpy from trying to sleep in an upright position. But, I did it. And the company I shared with the cats was priceless to me. Without exaggeration, there has not been a single moment one or more of them hasn\u2019t been by my side, providing me with purrs and comfort.<\/p>\n

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The day after surgery – watching TV with Peanut, Mia, Zoey, Jazmine, and Zee.<\/p><\/div>\n

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I had my iPhone next to me at all times so I could snap memories of my recovery. This is Jazmine insisting she is a tiny kitten who can fit under my TV tray!<\/p><\/div>\n

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I had my laptop thinking I’d be able to go on the Internet, but it was too blurry and difficult for me to do, so I napped with Zee and Jazmine instead.<\/p><\/div>\n

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This picture was from Friday when my gas bubble was the size of a dime. With the help of my glasses, I was finally able to read a bit and really enjoyed the peace and quiet with Zoey and Mia as I dug into a book.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Sunday morning with Jazmine. My last day of solitude before going back to the hustle and bustle of work. I’m going to miss this aspect of my life tremendously.<\/p><\/div>\n

Yes, I’ll be glad to get back to the minutia of my hectic life, but I also know I’ll be missing those blissfully peaceful moments I was able to share with them. I do hope I’ll remember to slow down more. My surgery taught me that all those things I thought I had to have complete control over, really aren’t that important in the scheme of things. What’s most important is my well-being. I\u2019m grateful for my sight and I\u2019m grateful for all of you \u2013 the prayers, emails, and comments of love and support from you all has touched my heart deeply.<\/p>\n

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I received so many well-wishes from friends and family. This fruit bouquet came from my co-workers and I’m certain Jazmine thinks it was sent to her.<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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